Painting portraits of the way things were before but I
Can't recall what all these memories are for
Pastel photographs developing in black
While I'm passed out on the floor
She's lighting up out in the yard
As the rain begins to pour
She didn't notice that the light had changed
She's always saying she needs something more
Falling
Down this hole
I'm calling
For help but I can't feel your pull
Those days of innocence are
Those days are never coming
She took the greyhound bus
Said she was going out of town
But the words she said weren't the ones in her mouth
I heard give me a reason not to go
But I didn't have the words
I couldn't spin a lie
So we haven't spoke since last July
Wish I could say that time was slow
But none of this is real I'm just laying in my bed
Spewing all this bullshit I made up in my head
Feeling f*cking guilty over things I never said
The way that I've been living tells me I'm already dead
If you saw me for who I am would you still be a friend
The truth is so much harder to say
But I always knew this was the end